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Well I burned my fair share Of bridges here and bridges there And I gave into every hazard of the occupation For years I called a highway home But I never got good at sleepin' alone I earned every letter of my bad reputation See it's a blurry line between wrong and right 'Cause what feels so good on a Saturday night Hurts like hell come Sunday mornin' I was standing there when she walked in He eyes lit up with a sideways grin And my head got light and my chest caved without warnin' See I put down the bottle, and she puts up with me I've spent hours in the mirror tryin' to figure out just what it is she sees If it weren't for that woman, don't wanna know where I'd be I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me Well I might as well have been an Irishman 'Cause me and old John Jameson We spent many nights burnin' both ends of that candle And back in my wild and younger days Boy, lemme tell ya, I could put 'em away But come closin' time, oh I was hard to handle SongtexteAnd late one summer in old Cow Town We were closin' down the Motor Lounge Then and there it hit me 'bout as serious as a heart attack So I ordered one last drink and I paid And I bid farewell to my ramblin' days And I walked out that front door and I didn't look back You see I put down the bottle, and she put up with me I've spent hours in the mirror tryin' to figure out just what it is she sees If it weren't for that woman, I don't wanna know where I'd be I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me Yes I gave up the drinkin' 'fore she gave up on me Aus Songtexte Mania